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Spoke kicks a rock and circles around near a tree in some moderate empty space with other trees spaced apart—a typical birch biome, absolutely bummed out by what Parrot had said, dismissing what could have been the key to defeating the Mafia. The vexed voidling muttered curses under his breath as he pulls out his communicator:
| /msg Mapicc: “Where Are You”
It didn’t take too long for Spoke to hear a beep from the communicator where Mapicc replied he is arriving near, Spoke already picked up the whishing sound of an elytra moving against the wind. Who else would it be? He went and sat under the tree—the space beside him inviting the other to sit.
“Yo Spoke.” A thump as Mapicc landed on the ground, switching his elytra with armour.
“Hey Mapicc.” Spoke pushes up his legs against his chest.
Mapicc sits down beside him to which Spoke immediately leans on to.
“Why are you out in the open?” Mapicc asks, “We might get jumped.”
Spoke doesn’t care, at least not at this moment. He can’t care right now. “I’m still mad over what Parrot did.”
“Yeah, that was just so unfair! We could have figured it out.” Mapicc sighed, “It’s me and you against the world bro.”
Spoke smiles ever so slightly at the last comment, he hums along in agreement. He closed his eyes, he can stay like this forever and forget about this whole Mafia thing. Near Mapicc, his best friend, only them two and no one else. Maybe they can start a melon civilisation somewhere far away and live in an empire of their own beliefs. He mumbled something…something about where Mapicc was, but all he got was a simple “wait.”
The voidling barely struggled to almost doze off (it’s easy with Mapicc) until he felt the other shuffling to bring something out of his pockets, he felt something blowing against his cheek and jumped up from the sudden tinge of cold.
“Mapicc what-” Spoke’s eyes stop at Mapicc’s hand, holding out a manual parrot shaped fan. He squints his eyes.
“Parrot fan?” Spoke tilted his head.
“Parrot fan!” Mapicc repeated.
“It looks stupid.”
“I know! That’s why I got it. Anyways- don’t you feel hot at times?”
Spoke shrugs and shakes his head. He’s always cold, and Mapicc has always been warm, hand in hand.
“Why- where did you even get that?” Spoke didn’t know there were conventional things being sold anywhere around here… maybe he should buy himself those fishing pole toys-
“Well wouldn’t you like to know baby boy? I got it from Capital City.” -nevermind.
Spoke let out a wheeze “Wwwwwhyyy would you buy a manual- a manual parrot fan?”
“I didn’t buy it, I stole it bro.” Yeah that seems more like it.
Before Spoke could even detest against it—Mapicc started fanning it right in front of Spoke’s face. Spoke scowled and started swatting it away like a wet cat having a blown dryer blown at it which only fed Mapicc’s amusement.
“Maaay-pick- stop- STOP FANNING IT AT ME!” Spoke yawped and Mapicc stared at Spoke, wide-eyed—not out of fear but moreso out of surprise. Spoke muttered a small "sorry."—completely misunderstanding the expression. The whole Mafia thing is putting him on edge, or at least it’s a ‘plausible’ way to put it.
“Woah chill Spoke- it’s okay.” Mapicc wasn’t too hurt by it, much to Spoke’s relief. The demon extended out his harm to hand over the fan to Spoke.
Spoke took the offer despite the confusion on what to do with it—it looks a lot like Parrot—the one both of them know. Spoke scoffed a little at the uncanny similarity, it definitely isn’t on purpose considering Capital City is…also affiliated with the Mafia. Whatever. Parrot and his stupid little team can put a stick up their ass. He feels this insatiable rage with the fan in his grasp, but he can’t bring himself to break it.
“What do I even do with this?”
Mapicc shrugged, “I dunno. Throw it somewhere or just blow it up I guess.”
Spoke hummed, acknowledging the idea, but it’s obvious he isn’t going for it with how he is just staring deep into it’s- uh. Fake painted eyes. Maybe the reason it frustrates him isn’t the fact it looks like ParrotX2 but more of how it’s more real than he ever is.
The demon tilted his head, tail poking the other, mouth gaped slightly open about to mouth the name of his best friend. Spoke jumped a little- “Oh wait yeah- I know what to do with this!”
Mapicc smirked, “Yeah?”
“Do you have a- what’s it called- a sharpie?” Spoke turned to Mapicc, who infamously scribbled over the new mirror Mapicc once got for Spoke. He still can perfectly recall how Mapicc’s hands brushed passed Spoke’s bangs without hesitance, without restraint, so so caring. They were declared best friends since then- or maybe way before that.
“Yup. I have it on me right now.” Mapicc put one of his hands in the pockets of his pants and handed it over to Spoke.
“Great.” Spoke grinned ear to ear. Mapicc smiled, warmly—that’s Spoke alright. Sometimes he wondered what they would’ve done if they weren’t in a server like this, wandering around the thought gives him this weird déjà vu, like they’ve seen each other before.
“How close are we, Spoke?” Mapicc asked before firing another firework.
Clutching a box carelessly taped closed to his chest as he replied, “Allmost… Thereee, Here- we- arrre!”
Spoke landed and Mapicc followed. They look at the entrance of District 13s base noticing all the blocks they placed were now cleared up.
“Aw man they got rid of our arrows.” Mapicc pointed out, although he didn't need to necessarily.
“The Mafia couldn't even find them before that.” Spoke huffed.
“Can these Mafia people lock in bro?” They both shared chuckles. “Do you think they're still in there?”
Spoke shrugs “Eh, I'm not sure.”
“Who cares? Let's just leave it in there.”
“Yeah good idea.”
Spoke made a small little barrier of whatever blocks he had on him right now and placed the box right on top. The gift is very much delightful… it contains of a mechanical fan that awfully resembles a certain someone… with it being covered in silly scribbles making it look all the more hideous. A gift couldn't get more perfect. Both Mapicc and Spoke are giggling their asses off trying to think of Parrot's reaction to their lovely ‘thank you’ gift.
“Wait…” Spoke trails off, leaving out a snicker before he continued “I have an idea.”
Mapicc perks up, the tip of his tail raising ever so slightly, “What’s up?”
Spoke stared at Mapicc with big boba eyes… is it even boba if it's white? Big boba white eyes. “Do you have TNT on you?”
A grin creeped up the demons face at the implication on what's about to happen. “Of course I do.” He immediately placed his enderchest and pulled out a shulker, he grabbed a handful of TNT and dropped some of it to Spoke.
Spoke bowed theatrically as a thanks as he gestured Mapicc to tag along with him. They went somehwhere, not too far from the base and immediately started lining the explosives down and-
BOOM!
The sound of TNT blowing up and smoke right after filled the air as the duo quickly blew their fireworks and went up in the air. They broke into laughs that blend into each other and create a terrible yet comfortingly familiar harmony.
“Good work!” Mapicc laughed, he'd be patting Spoke’s back if they weren't in the air right now.
“Let's GOGOGOOO!” Spoke yelled as they both fled from the scandal.
A certain avian would ‘love’ to see what they left.